Don Raxkz - Get The Breesh

Keep the phone on the aux
I don't really want to talk today
Bought a bag of some ice
I might pour me up some wock Today
Feeling real nice
I just rolled me up a eight of Shake
Crown with the sprite
But I sip it like Minute Maid
Must be some sort of confusion
Ain't I say don't talk to me
Talk is cheap
What that mean
Nigga get up and get the breesh
When I was at my lowest point
Couldn't get a call from me
And I ain't get a call from them
So now I don't acknowledge them
Moving on my pivot
Ima shoot it ima spray
I been moving I got movement
I'm in motion everyday
Acting like you got love for a Nigga what I hate
And a nigga who be broke but be Acting Like he ain't
And these bitches they be dirty They be walking around stank
Need a girl who gone love me And all my personalities
I just really want to ball
All my life had it hard
Went on missions up top
Nobody knew I was afar
That's the problem with you Niggas, why ya always gotta talk
Nigga focus on your self
And just get to the guap
Get to the paper
I'm after it everyday
I could tell they feeling a way
Niggas envy is sort of strange
Bunch of egos that shit be lame
Take pride in you is
Don't let a bitch nigga change You
Nigga smiling but I'm serious
I still be itching to bang them
Still be itching to drill them
Open up through the back
I can't see them from over here
We gone pull up right through The rear
Get em lacking in kodak clear
Blu-ray vision ima capture him And throw him up in the air
Get the blowing it's Uncontrollable I'm beating him So unfair
Zaza zipped up in bags the bowls Vacuumed and clear
I could still see the purple Patches in the inside of the stem
Getting them bitches gone
Keep busting them down and Share
I'm profiting everyday
I ain't seen a drought in some Years
We in 2022 nigga wipe away all Of your fears
You worried about all of your Peers
I swear these niggas kinda weird
Focus on yo money
I been sticking to that theory
Bitches going to come already Coming and can't get near me
Don't be so dramatic
Who the nigga you could tell me
I'll let him have you
I won't even get jealous
My cologne and her perfume Walk around and smell the Essence
Smell the fragrance on my Sweater she tryna gobble me for Breakfast
And she love it in my crib
Keep it clean on the regular
Bed made up
We fucking in it right after
She tryna lay up
But now I'm feelings kinda Backwards
Now I'm finna cut her off and I Don't even wanna chatter

Written by:
Isaiah Pierre

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find